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Post by Vespyr on Aug 31, 2011 2:44:53 GMT -8
Sick Games Are The Most Fun To Play
[One Week Before "Fate"]
Summer was ending soon, and so were a lot of things… The change in seasons was always ominous; only time would tell what next big change would barrel its way through Vespyr’s life, or the lives of everyone at 259… But there was no use in anticipating it. The changes would come swiftly in their own due time. Until then, life would be lived normally. The students of 259 still attended school, and Vespyr still refused to attend— but would still pay a visit to the place every once and awhile, for purely misanthropic reasons. As always.
Today, she was merely an observer; while not exactly in a violent mood, she craved violence— and what better place to witness it than here? Sit in one place long enough and eventually, a fight will break out. It was like going to the movies for free.
This morbid freeloader was currently perched on top of a vending machine in the shaded half of the courtyard. As usual, she was dressed in all black: tank top, jeans, trench coat, and combat boots. Against her deathly pale skin and white hair, she looked rather monotone— the only color about her was her eyes. As if the violet hues weren’t luminous enough already, the lenses of her elegantly thin black-frame sunglasses were the exact same color. She peered dispassionately down through them at the students below, leaning backward onto her hands in a very relaxed manner.
“Boys.”
She was, of course, summoning the two redheaded twins who were standing together with their backs to the vending machine. They stepped away from it immediately, looking up at her. Her. She didn’t even bother to look at them as she spoke, quietly and emotionlessly.
“Find someone. Make them bleed.”
The twins looked at each other, and then looked back to her, shaken. Slightly fearful. Nevertheless, they would obey her. Her.
Like puppets, both of their heads would turn at once toward the crowd of students.
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Post by renakumi on Aug 31, 2011 5:57:21 GMT -8
(I hope you don't mind if I join you  ) Ren Walked out to the courtyard, holding a stuffed rabbet under both her arms in front of her chest. She looked to be a bit lost, but high at guard, her long braided, orange hair swayed as she stumbled over a loose brick. She was walking slowly, as if she was making sure not to bump in to anything. She found a bench and stretched her arm out to touch before she sat down carefully. She had on a skirt and ripped fish nets along with a large shirt the hung of one shoulder. Only if you got close enough, would you see one of her eyes was a bright reddish brown and the other was cloudy and gray. She sighed as she looked at the stuffed rabbet and reached down its back and pulled out a small medal object. (Sorry so short! XD ) |
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Post by Leta on Aug 31, 2011 10:48:20 GMT -8
For the most part, Leta hated lunch time. Too many people ran around the courtyard like wild animals in a fire. They could never get to where they needed to be fast enough. This almost always ended up in her being shoved. Shoving was her least favourite thing. She would have been sitting alone by a tree just outside of this busy area, however, Eve invited her to sit with her friends today. Leta accepted.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
From what she came to understand about Eve, was that normally she is a very quiet girl. Around the house, and in public areas she keeps to herself. However, at school, it is a different story. She has been quite the socialite for the past few days that she's been watching her. She's been making friends, having boys over... Leta never stuck around the house long enough to meet them. She was always out, counting steps until she found somewhere interesting.
Shove.
This ends now. A boy abruptly tried to walk past her, not giving a second thought about invading her "bubble." It was like he was trying to annoying her. Like he didn't care if he got hurt walking through such a belligerent crowd so carelessly.Leta let her bangs fall in front of her face, covering her eyes. She couldn't have been caught in a worse mood.
Before the boy took two steps away, she grabbed the back of his shirt, causing him to stop walking and turn around. There was still some tension on where she held his shirt, like he wanted to get away.
"Watch where you're going next time," she said grimly. "You could get hurt." At the final word, she released his shirt, causing him to stumble forward. Leta got up, and began walking away. She turned to Eve.
"Lunch has been nice, but I can't stand it here," she turned her attention to the group of friends. "Nice meeting all of you." She lied. She didn't bother remembering any of their names.
She walked to the edge of the courtyard, to the tree she usually sits by. She reached up and felt a branch, then swung herself around the tree to sit at its base facing opposite the crowd. She focused on the sounds of the wind in the leaves, and the bird occupying her tree. This was a far better lunch than sitting in an overcrowded courtyard, simply waiting to either listen to a fight break out, or worse, get in one.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 31, 2011 11:38:24 GMT -8
The Voice In Your Head
Vespyr had her eyes on this girl. Even across the expanse of the courtyard, she could see the displeasure in the way she carried herself— an introvert out of her element, obviously. The violet gaze lingered with mild interest on the scene in which the blind girl confronted another student, wondering if it would possibly erupt into a fight. But it didn’t, and Vespyr had no hesitation looking elsewhere.
Meanwhile, the twins had not yet made up their minds. They stood in front of the vending machine watching people pass like cars as if they were waiting to cross the street. Plenty of the students would have been easy prey, but easy was not good enough. Were they trying to prove their worth to her? Her? Perhaps they were. But that’s when Vespyr noticed the white head approaching, and watched with a tilted head as the girl sat herself down below a tree, about ten feet from the vending machine. The corners of her dark lips twitched into a grin of inspiration.
“You do not see the value in spending quality time with friends, mm? I suppose you wonder what she sees in those halfwits.
…Or perhaps you are simply looking out for your own sanity.”
Even ten feet away, it would be clear to the girl that Vespyr was speaking directly to her— though in a quiet, secretive tone, as if whispering insidiously only inches away from her ear. And of course, she had nefariously slipped in plenty of subtle puns about sight just for good measure. Even though her words seemed empathetic and there was a mild hint of a smile in her voice, she could not be further from friendly; the words were merely a vicious ploy, and the grin revealed her sharp teeth. Deep in her stomach, she felt a familiar hatred stirring. She was not fond of females.
The twins had stopped, and were looking up at her expectantly. Her. Vespyr leaned forward slightly, lifting her hands from the cool metal and pointing both of her long index fingers at the white-haired girl. Her grin had disappeared, replaced with the grim visage of cruel authority. At the silent signal, the two redheaded minions began to walk toward the girl— they would part, each going around the tree, approaching her from opposite sides.
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Post by Sebastian on Sept 1, 2011 10:47:47 GMT -8
Sebastian had taken his meds for once and would be sedate (compared to his normal self) for a little while longer. It was lunch and while normally he would busy himself by scarfing down his food followed by trying to acquaint himself with the entire school population and jogging around campus. Today was different, he felt like finding Leta. She was a person who knew how to be calm. So he started looking.
He was walking briskly eyes scanning from person to person, he didn't have to look too hard because she was so pale, but it still took him a while to find her. When he did she was walking away from a group of people that included Eve. This suited him just fine as he didn't care to see her. So he just followed Leta and when she sat down under a tree he raised his arms and pulled himself into its branches. She had looked straight at him so he didn't feel the need to announce himself. He lay up in the branch with his lunch. This wasn't something he normally could do but it was nice and he was quite enjoying himself.
Sebastians branch was off to the side compared to where Leta was sitting on the tree. He stopped eating and started observing, there were two boys walking towards them from a dark corner. They had red hair so he figured they must be very very dull. They parted ways and headed in directions away from the tree, so there was no need to... wait they were circling back.
"Leta," sebastian said slowly "there are two boys circling around the tree. They don't look very friendly" She turned toward him and he continued "what do you think we should do?"
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Post by Leta on Sept 1, 2011 20:49:57 GMT -8
Leta listened to Sebastian eating lunch in the tree above her. She, herself, did not have a lunch today. Then again, she hardly ever actually ate lunch at the school. If she did, it was her own, sack lunch, brought from home. She went without lunch on her own volition today. Sebastian brought a certain lighthearted warmth to her mood. He was quiet, and in a tree. Which she thought was awesome.
“You do not see the value in spending quality time with friends, mm? I suppose you wonder what she sees in those halfwits.… Or perhaps you are simply looking out for your own sanity.”
It was near impossible not to have her peace interrupted again. This time by some smart ass girl making subtle blind jokes. People often made fun of her vision problem. The didn't know that it wasn't much of an issue for her. Her hearing was just as good as anyone's vision.
Two people started approaching. Slowly, but directly. They were headed for her direction. No doubt it was somehow connected to the sinister voice she just heard coming from the vending machine.
"Leta, there are two boys circling around the tree. They don't look very friendly..." He sounded nervous. That wasn't a good sign. If these boys were scarier than Emma to him, something wasn't right. She stood up and turned to face him. "What do you think we should do?"
Leta sighed. She was sick of people ruining everything.
"We find out what they want, Sebastian."
She took a few steps back from the tree, distancing herself from the nearing boys. She sighed. Why did this have to happen every day? She listened carefully to their every movements. They were slow moving. Cautious, it seemed. Like they were waiting for something. But what?
She feared they were looking for a weak spot to attack. That's what every kid did in this school. Look for something to hit. These boys went completely unnoticed until that girl spoke. They were undoubtedly friends of hers.
"Call your dogs off." She called to the vending machine. She wasn't in the mood for any confrontation. Then again, confrontation might be what she needed to get this angst off of her shoulders.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 1, 2011 21:43:11 GMT -8
Like Puppets
The twins continued toward her without hesitation and would quickly make a simultaneous attempt to grab her by the arms, holding with both hands just below her shoulder; Titus on her left, Isaiah on her right.
“Down.”
…Not the dogs, of course. They knew what she meant.
Their movements seemed to be perfectly mirrored, each raising the leg closest to her and slamming a knee into weak spot at the back of her knees, forcing them to buckle beneath her. If she were to fall, the twins would each put a foot on her back to kick her onto her stomach.
The Twins' Stats:
Titus:
STR: 25
DEX: 10
CON: 10
INT: 5
WIS: 5
CHA: 5
Isaiah:
STR: 15
DEX: 20
CON: 10
INT: 5
WIS: 5
CHA" 5
Let's establish a posting order, starting from this post.
-Tuvlan
-Sebastian
-Mariska
-Leta
-Vespyr
If renakumi is still going to participate, she can just jump in anywhere.
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Sept 1, 2011 21:49:43 GMT -8
OOC: If you must, read the spoiler after you read the post without, for the two perspectives.GLORIOUS TREE DIVING
Theme Song: Red Impulse from Armored Core 2 Alternative Title
O' Bleeding Fools of Sanguine
Theme Song: Calliope by Cheshyre "Tuvlan" he would call himself. "Tuvlan" he would be. To give identity to one's self was enough to establish one's sense of self. And so he had been. And so he existed. Learning, reading, testing out the effects of the fruit the man named "Asiv" had given him. Orders he had been provided, orders he had yet to carry out. He had a role to fulfill when not doing his duties, after all.
A stigma to stick to. A stereotype to adhere. The "retarded, fighting boy," who didn't know how to quit. It was as though, at 259, he had become part of the backdrop, yet another illustration.
It was hard to dislike. It allowed him to move about, known as he was... and make himself privvy to the gossip, the talk of the grapevine that people so casually threw around in perfect earshot. It was as if people didn't know how to whisper.
When he was noticed? He just smiled that big, stupid smile... and then he wrought on the fools exactly what they expected: A big, bloody fight. He did this with more than just the old enjoyment he used to experience in what was the equivalent of a normal chat. Fighting for him was like bread and water... it was sex, it was satisfaction... it was revenge.
And no one questioned it.~
"Kukukuku..." "Tuvlan" would laugh to himself.
Yes, he had been watching. He had been watching for quite some time, actually... days. The one in the tree... and the one standing next to it. They were silly folk. They were the ones that desired peace.
"Tuvlan" had a hard time chortling to himself. PEACE. Of all things, they should know better, no matter how young, "Tuvlan" thought. Such things were laughable, naive, but most of all unforgivable. To try and bring peace to those who had nothing else? They would hope to destroy his livelihood, his one last and only joys in this world. And "Tuvlan" knew he was not alone in this.
The bodies behind him moved. Noticing this, the boy would kick it. Kick its skull in until it stopped moving, painted the floor more with its delicious red. Many of the bodies behind him had stopped moving.
Fascinating, really. Slowly and slowly the boy got "stronger" and "stronger," but he "never changed." Yet, as time went on, the bodies that he hit seemed to take longer to recover inbetween the bouts he would see his "friends"... and his punches and kicks seemed to... "stop" people a little faster. Maybe not dead. No. He liked having playmates. But having a few more retards in school was no skin off his back. Made his presence here more tolerable with more asanine asshats trying to take a dump in the urinal.
But that was enough messing around. "Tuvlan" looked down upon all of them. He knew how it would play out...
"Kukukukuku..."
On the roof. Watching them. He had a tree. Yes. He had a tree. The students behind him were either unconscious or moving slowly for the downstairs. The boy, of course, had a stupid smile on his face, as usual, the moment anyone looked at him. The tree hung lightly on his left shoulder... its shadow raining down eerily on the occupants of the tree below him.
They were around the corner of Buildings A & D, after all. Easy to bungee jump down onto.
The boy didn't have a bungee cord.
So, the obvious thing to do was jump down. Roots first.
Basically swan diving, the boy would keep the tree, all its leaves, all its branches vertical, as his body would be trailing after it, bear hugging it upside down.
There would be a RATHER NOTICEABLE SHADOW GROWING over the tree itself. WHICH TREE WOULD BE SUPERIOR!?
ONE MAN WAS DETERMINED TO FIND OUT FOR HIMSELF.
"SMAAASHH!!!"
=D!?
...The splinters were going to be BITCH.
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Post by Sebastian on Sept 1, 2011 22:27:29 GMT -8
The boys made a grab toward Leta then stopped when their leader called out to them. Sebastian shifted positions to grab at least one of them if they tried anything else. He was right above the one on her left with both feet on the branch hunched over. When they both slammed their knees into the back of her own knees he tried to swing down and grab the one on her left but the branch suddenly gave way and with a loud CRACK! Both he and his branch were on top of a furious redhead reduced to loud speech muffled by his own tongue. 'He probably just doesn't know how retarded he sounds' Sebastian thought as he tried to control the flailing, livid pissed, redhead. Something distracted Sebastian and the kid landed a punch into his gut. Sebastian rolled off the branch (V shaped by the way) in response to being hit. He had noticed a growing shadow when a second tree fell from the sky! For a second Sebastian refused to trust his own self awareness. 'No, that didn't happen Sebastian. Things like that don't happen' He thought to himself. But alas there it was falling down right where he was. It was like it was happening in slow motion.
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Post by Mariska on Sept 2, 2011 16:38:42 GMT -8
Pat pat pat pat pat. The balls of Mariska's bare feet touched the warm pathway as she explored the crowded lunch area, the ends of her dark grey pants catching on her heels now and then. Electric yellow eyes darted from person to person, taking in surroundings and making mental notes for how to properly dispose of the company of anyone who should approach her. The wavy-haired girl remained expressionless. There was no benefit for her to seem inviting to anyone here. A small group of people near a vending machine caught her gaze. Brushing her auburn hair out of the way, she watched as two red-headed boys reached for the arms of a pupil-less girl, seemingly urged on by the silver-haired girl perched on the top of the vending machine. Seconds later, a thin boy tumbled out of the nearing tree, taking a branch with him. The corners of Mariska's mouth slowly curled into a smirk. She had no fears of seeming inviting to the ensuing foolishness.
"Tsk Tsk Tsk" she clicked to herself. She crossed her arms across her chest and admired her long sleeved red sweater, though she questioned what would drive her to wear it in this heat. She again was drawn back to the group by the vending machine. Mariska's eyes widened as she noticed the impending assault of the grounded tree by a more uprooted one.
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Post by Leta on Sept 2, 2011 21:31:22 GMT -8
"Down."
Well, at least she listened. And no doubt they would listen to her command. Leta could get on through her day without a fight...... Or so she thought.
The dogs slammed into the backs of her knees, trying to bring her down. Which, she did, but only to her knees.
Shit...
On her way to the ground, Leta would thrust her right arm forward. The boy's arm to her right would now be within range of her left hand. She would grab his arm, and briskly pull forward, hoping to bring him to the ground. This is where Sebastian pulled through for her. By landing the branch on the boy to her left, her left arm would be free. She will need to thank him later. With her newly freed arm, she would aim for the boy on her right, hoping to hit his jaw. She would get somewhere around his face...
What is that sound. It is silly to say that the only way to describe it would be a tree falling from the sky.
"SMAAASHH!!!"
What?--
CrashBOOOOMM!
Oh, it was a tree. She would need to congratulate herself later for having such acute hearing. And there was a boy attached to it.
Splinters, branches, and leaves were propelled everywhere. Kids sitting nearest the edge of the courtyard would definitely feel a blast of splinters. Leta got hit with a medium sized brach in her left arm before finding it best to duck down, covering her neck, trying to prevent further damage.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 3, 2011 0:41:33 GMT -8
Rather Interesting Turn Of Events
The only way to describe the scene that played out before Vespyr’s eyes was…
Rather entertaining.
First, she watched as the girl dragged a horrified-looking Isaiah to the ground with her; he handed flat on his chest with a grunt of pain and glanced quickly up at her, who merely shook her head at him with a dark and disapproving gaze. He felt a pang of fear and scrambled to get back on his feet, but was only thrown onto his ass as the blind girl’s fist crunched into his face. Bleeding gratuitously from his now broken nose, he could do nothing but shriek, writhing in pain on his back. Vespyr rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the other twin, taken down by a tree branch and an… orangutan? No, that was just another boy… Titus wrestled with him, attempting to grab him by his hair and deliver a few brutal punches to his face.
“Isaiah, get up.”
And then she heard it.
Smash?
Looking upward at the tree rocketing toward the Earth, she could do nothing but stare in mute awe— she could honestly say, she had never seen anything like that before. And she had seen a lot of strange things… even stranger and infinitely more amusing was the sight of the boy clinging rather confidently to it. Of course, all of this lasted only about five seconds before the tree and the boy crashed violently into the other tree with a massive wooden smash and a deafening snapping of limbs and branches. The trunk of the grounded tree seemed to bend like a bone and snap back, its leafy mass quaking as the roots of the second tree plunged into it, trunk splitting in twain with a horrendous screech and sending up a vicious torrent of splinters. Branches whipped every which way, shards of wood shrapnel whizzed dangerously through the air, leaves fluttered to the ground…
The two shredded halves of the airborne tree lay haphazardly apart on the ground below, surrounded by mangled branches and splatters of blood…
It was hard to tell where the blood was coming from; there was so much of it. The screeching hadn’t stopped. It was not the tree but several people, actually. Several people who were now clutching themselves in pain, as the exploded bits of tree had lodged into their flesh in the most uncomfortable of places. Titus would let go of the monkey-boy and hold his head, absolutely screaming at the top of his lungs—blood was seeping between his fingers from multiple lacerations across his face, and a rather large splinter that had embedded itself just below his eye. Isaiah, meanwhile, stopped shrieking altogether; fainted from blood loss. His nose still bled, as well as several smaller cuts on his face and arms. He looked dead.
Vespyr, throughout all of this, looked on in pleased silence. She had crossed her legs and clasped her hands together, resting her chin on her thumbs— her brow was raised slightly, eyes widened in interest behind the violet lenses, her mouth hidden by her fingers. When all the initial commotion had subsided, she would briefly shut her eyes, allowing herself a moment to just… absorb all that had happened.
She jumped down from the vending machine with ease, walking over toward where Isaiah lay in a growing pool of his own blood. Reaching down, she grabbed him by his neck and pulled him up. His head fell limply backward, blood trickling up his cheek—Vespyr leaned in and licked, her tongue gliding from his stained upper lip to just below his left eye, tasting it and savoring it. He wasn’t dead; blood bubbled from his nostrils with every breath. She tossed his unconscious body carelessly toward the vending machine, where he lay crumpled on the ground like a broken toy, bleeding.
Stepping around the broken branches, and directly past or over the blind girl as if she weren’t even there, she made her way toward Titus. The redhead was still screaming, tears streaming from his eyes and making a mess of the blood on his face. Pathetic, really. She would swiftly kick the monkey-boy in the gut if he was still there, and step over Titus’ body with a boot on each side of him. She bent at the waist and stared at the back of his hands, her face only a foot from his. The boy uncovered his face a bit, sensing a presence— and was quickly silent.
“Hi!”
Her voice was uncharacteristically enthusiastic with an undertone of cruel sarcasm as she grinned widely at him, showing her sharp teeth. The boy’s face was frozen in terror, and his hands dropped from it. Vespyr reached forward and took the large splinter between her thumb and finger, yanking it straight out from his cheek as her other hand clasped over his mouth to silence the shriek of agonizing pain. He, too, was then grabbed by the neck and lifted, and then set on his feet. He did so with a sudden, panicked, forced appearance of toughness and determination… wiping the tears and blood from his face with the back of his hand. He turned toward the boy who laid curled into a bloody ball on the ground, the boy who had flown in with the tree… and ruined everything. His fists were clenched. But his shaking knees would give him away.
Vespyr, having let him go, turned away with a less-enthusiastic look on her face and stepped back through the debris. She would approach the blind girl and drop into a crouch before her if she were still ducking on the ground, or simply bend at the waist if she was on her knees. Either way, Vespyr would reach for her chin and lift it up with a firm finger pressing the tip of her long black claw into the soft flesh of her neck. She whispered, still grinning insidiously.
“What if… all I wanted was to see you bleed?”
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Sept 4, 2011 3:04:01 GMT -8
OOC: I'll leave some details out as they've already been described in the post prior. And yes... this is a slight introduction to "slight" XIN physics.“What if… all I wanted was to SMASH!? =D!?" There's something about tree huggers. The ones that are in it for the attention... the ones that honestly savor the life of a tree over their very own. Thankfully, the boy was neither of these. He just loved trees. Loved the way he could just uproot them from anywhere, swing them around like large, charging poles, their natural resilience... Bats were fine but broke relatively easily. He had not enough fortune to come across many aluminum ones, their lives nonetheless short.
Things that didn't break easily were his favorite. This applies to people to. It made him, in the deep recesses of his unconscious, feel nowhere near as guilty as it could.
The boy held on tightly with both arms as the tree sailed down to the earth, directly onto the tree. Branches and leaves interwove with one another for a second, bouncing slightly. In the next, the interweaving limbs could be seen tearing each other apart, shattering, breaking. There was only so much of the tree that could bend before---* * * * * * * * * * * * * Blood poured freely from the boy's body. Many segments of bark, wood lay embedded, impaled into the boy, his left arm held awkwardly over his head in a reverse manner. His legs were twisted and interwoven with each other, blood leaking from his pants. From anywhere, it was easy to see the black t-shirt, his blue jeans, black sneakers, camouflage aviator jacket... but on top of it all a very trademark-esque eye patch over his left eye.
The boy was still like a dead thing, an entire branch sticking halfway embedded into his lower gut. A pool of blood surrounded the boy. Everything seemingly went unnoticed by the boy.
---Abruptly, the boy's bloodied right hand rose up, slamming down on a branch, crushing it underneath. Slowly, the boy began to push himself up.
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...However, to anyone who had bothered to notice, his chest was rising and falling at a remarkably normal pace...
The twins were thrown about by the white haired girl. The boy by the tree would've probably been blasted away by the sheer impact... but if a certain large part of the trunk had blasted away and hit his back, perhaps he would've been protected from a significant amount of the superficial damage to potentially be suffered---putting aside the blunt trauma of getting hit by the exploding trunk of a tree. A lot of the potential damage that the fellow (Sebastian) suffered would heavily have depended on his own natural instinct and reflexes to the impact.
A girl with wavy hair went on unnoticed... amongst the others who had probably stopped by to watch the spectacle.
...That's when the boy would aim a chunk of the tree he grasped in his right hand and inadvertently would hurl it towards the white girl and the blind girl.
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More specifically, the trajectory was for the back of the blind girl's head, though it wouldn't have made much of a difference.
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"SMAAAsssSSSHHH..."
...Surely, even in his bloodied state, the boy was pushing himself off the ground, grinning.OOC Notes:
-Thrown Branch Chunk: 1 Strength Equivalent
-"Tuvlan" Will Get Back On His Feet Next Post (15 Constitution For Remainder Of Thread)
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Post by Sebastian on Sept 5, 2011 16:03:58 GMT -8
Sebastian was right under the tree when it came down and he was stunned. He didn't know what to do and he did nothing. He just watched mouth open as it came down. He noticed some flesh color but he thought nothing of it. Impact, the first tree only did minor damage to him with a splinter in his right chest and a branch tearing away the right half of his shirt and some skin as it clubbed him across the back.
The second tree, the one that had fallen from the sky, was less forgiving. The roots giving the tree a wide jagged bass the tree hit him directly. Dragging down his arm cutting away all the skin and digging deep gashes into the muscle on the right side of his arm. There was no skin from shoulder to wrist on his elbow side, bone was exposed. His right leg was Crushed underneath the tree and he was brought to the ground along with it. His shin bone, knee and femur all broken.
He was on the ground during the aftermath so most of the splinters flew over him. Three, however, did get to him. A large splinter was lodged in his right hip. However that leg was already useless so this was not much of a problem. Another splinter pierced in and out of the flesh of his upper abdomen. The final splinter disappointed Sebastian the most, even though it was the smallest of the three. It hadn't lodged anywhere in his body, but it knocked out another tooth out of his mouth. His teeth were grit and his lips parted so there was no damage to his lip, but still he would be very upset about this.
After the shock of the explosion wore off Sebastian felt it. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW" It was the most visceral scream he had ever heard, let alone created. He couldn't even tell there was damage beyond his femur being broken, but he could still see his arm. Tears swelled in his eyes and he let them go forth into the world and be free. He scanned the field for the culprit of this, and he found him almost immediately. Sebastian was able to pull the now shattered stump off his leg, but not without a big grunt of pain.
The boy who had done this to him also threw a chunk of branch at his friend. Sebastian needed to do something. He still couldn't really move and he was losing allot of blood in his arm and leg. The boy would still probably be very close so sebastian picked up part of the broken trunk next to him (broken like cake slices in four pieces. He chose a thinner slice). If The was still there he would throw this piece as hard as he could. He would not try to get back up.
OOC stuff:
Strength=4 (carved into my muscle and broken leg)
dexterity=1 (I can't move much)
Constitution=10
The stump quarter took about 2 strength to throw cause its probably twice as big as the branch.
If I got anything wrong please PM me. I will fix it.
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Post by Mariska on Sept 6, 2011 16:22:52 GMT -8
Mariska shielded her face as a deafening crash consumed the courtyard. The trees' collision launched a wave of splinters and leaves, though the girl was lucky to be just far away enough that no damage to her was caused. Nearly immediately after the trees settled, the screaming began, the loudest coming from the thin boy. His yowling and creeching covered the noise that one of the red haired boys made, but just barely.
She uncovered her eyes and watched as the girl with silver hair approached one of the boys, picked him up, licked him, and then allowed him to fall into the pool of his blood once more. She walked happily to the other boy, looked down at him, and audibly greeted him in heavy sarcasm with "Hi!" Lifting him from the ground, he wiped his blood and tear-soaked face with the back of his hand and once again assumed his "tough" mentality. Boys. The silver haired girl made her way to the pupil-less girl. What's her deal? She lowered her face to the level of the pupil-less girl and whispered something.
The boy who had entered the courtyard on the tree now pulled himself from the wreckage. He seemed quite pleased with himself, despite his injuries. He enthusiastically grabbed a chunk of tree and launched it at the two conversing ladies. Quite the gentleman.
The thin boy did not seem pleased. The flesh of his right arm had been peeled away by one of the tree shrapnels and another tooth had been broken off. After his ear-shattering scream, he began to cry, until he noticed the tree boy throwing tree segments at the girls. Picking up his own piece of tree, he threw it at the other boy.
Mariska sighed. It seemed that nobody here was aware of proper manners. She brushed the leaves and splinters out of her hair and off her sweater with her fingers, and decided on the best path. Quickly and quietly she approached the thin boy, dodging splinters, rocks, and pieces of the earth that had become dislodged during the incident. Branches layed everywhere and the sidewalk was nearly unusable, but still she got there. She quietly walked up behind the thin boy. Grabbing his left shoulder firmly, but not violently, she turned his attention to her. She stared down at him. She did not smile, nor did she show anger or pity for the injured teenager. The look on her face read as minor annoyance, like a fly buzzing around you at lunch or a classmate routinely asking you irrelevant things during class time.
"That is not how we behave."
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